If I had a word to look after,
A word that goes beyond the latter,
That has a simple description,
Or is it a card for confusion,
Rather than to answer a complex question,
It would be deceive

What is it to be deceived?
To take a couple of shots to our little mischief?
To form an unbreakable bond to he who is misfit?
Oh that looks quite the show
Why don't we take an applause for such a blow

How does it taste?
Does betrayal tastes conspicuous?
Does it set a menace to the ones who are conscious?
Wine tasted fine after a sip of being fooled
And in a blink of an eye, a shake in the bones, and a twist of the tongue, the throat trembled like an oath

So if there's a chance to find the word,
That can either soothe the soul or tear a mold,
A truth that is covered by the moth,
Is the word that I need to be careful of

Snow falls slowly from the sky;
through the wilderness and the silence of night.
It musters all the courage; built from a fragile skin to carry over conversations that wavers the mind.
Although the coldness runs the mouth to be bold, its approach strikingly appears to be kind.

How unfortunately gentle,
How unfortunately bright.

wag hayaang pumikit ang mga matang umaawit,
sa kalayaang dapat nating matamo,
matakaw ang kalamnan para sa katotohanang dapat naaasam,
nawa'y magising ang iyong kaluluwa at bumalik ang dating boses na matagal nawala,
para sabay-sabay isigaw
ang kalayaang naligaw